Last night - A memoir

BeautyandBrute

I absolutely adore the feeling of being held down while getting laid. I like to be insolent and move my wrists, daring my husband to intensify his grip. Yesterday, I took the game a bit further. After playfully resisting against his grip for a while, I moaned not his but an ex-boyfriend’s name deliberately. To my absolute delight, this made him furious (in a sexy sort of way). He made sure I wasn’t going to win that game. So he reached his hand in our bedside drawer that’s filled with toys(Hitachi magic wand still being on our to-get list) and pulled out handcuffs. He placed them on so that my wrists were shackled above my head and proceeded to make me squirm and orgasm and scream with pleasure. With every thrust, he whispered into my ear if I was enjoying ‘Ex Bf’s' cock. He proceeded to talk dirty to me and told me what a naughty girl I am. That he would love to see me seduce the ex and bring him into our marital bed. The conversation kept getting dirtier and filthier. Never before had I experienced such intense orgasms that I had yesterday. Once we had both climaxed, he removed the cuffs and proceeded to cuddle me and plant million tiny kisses all over my face.
I’m not sure if all dominant men are the type to become immediately tender once the domination is over, but that is what works for me. When I’m done, I expect my partner to immediately comply and move to a more caring, tender and gentle sex that makes me feel precious and appreciated and glowing with endorphins.
Btw any other ladies out there, like me, feeling ‘neglected’ due to the World Cup? What’s with men wanting to watch men running after a ball? Especially when the match is being aired at 3 in the morning? *Deep sigh*
xxx

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